Earth falling, pt 2

We told my family about our pregnancy within a few days. We made a special trip up to Flagstaff and Williams just to tell in person. I was nervous to tell my dad. My mom had been saying since Mike and I got together that we weren't ALLOWED to have kids until 28, period. My dad never said otherwise so I assumed he felt the same. My MIL, no nerves whatsoever. We knew she would be over the moon. So we had to do something cute. My MIL got a onesie.

 My dad got to figure it out. I took off my sweatshirt and had this shirt on.

It took him about 5 minutes. He was so excited and happy. I freak over nothing, as usual!

So I was pregnant. Now what? The girls on my pregnancy group were getting appointments around 8 weeks. So I decided to wait a bit and use the extra time to do some research on OB's in my area. I was recommended Dr. L by about 10 people so decided to give him a try. at about 5 weeks I called to make an appointment expecting to wait until January. I ended up with one on Wednesday Dec 14. It was a basic meet the doctor, confirm pregnancy appointment. I got my lady bits violated for the first of many times, and orders for 2 blood tests. I was also given orders for an ultrasound, not to be used until doctor said so. Yeah, smart move giving the neurotic pregnant lady open ended ultrasound orders.

I didn't get the results from my beta until they had both in. First was 7,005 and second (3 days later) was 14,000. They were done at 5+6 and 6+2. I was given the OK to schedule my ultrasound for Thursday or Friday (I had already made the appointment for Thursday). So at 6 weeks and 5 days I headed to Arizona Genetics and Fetal Medicine. I was so nervous that my second vagina violation didn't even faze me.

So, I worked at my moms (an OB/GYN in case no one remembers) for many years and am pretty savvy about ultrasound pictures. So when at first all I saw was a nice big, seemingly empty, uterus I freaked a little. Where was my little tiny embryo.....

We finally saw this, after what felt like hours.

My child was hiding already! The embryo had implanted in a very unusual place. Very high up, almost at the top of my uterus. Measuring right on track for a due date of August 11, 2012. Heartbeat was 115. Relief, for now.

Had my first true OB appointment at the beginning of January around 8 weeks. More violation and more blood work. Also set up an appointment with the Insurance Liaison as I discovered my amazing, expensive insurance DOESN'T COVER MATERNITY! Seriously, who thought that was a good idea? What makes even more sense...they cover SOME complications, but not routine care. Screw you! AHC.CCS it is for me.

 I did end up getting AHC.CCS but it took them almost 8 weeks to approve me. It's supposed to take 3. Everything after Jan 1 was covered, except my 12 week NT scan. Since I already paid for that myself. So my NT scan finally comes and I was once again a nervous wreck. Once again for no reason. Little baby started waving the second that probe hit my belly.

Look! It's a baby, not a blob!

My little baby already had an attitude problem at this point. The NT scan is supposed to take 5, MAYBE 10 minutes. Nope, It took 30. Baby was not giving that tech a clean shot. (I have the same tech for all my scans at AZGFM) She eventually dubbed my baby Stinker, we still call baby stinker. She finally got the measurement and it was 1.8mm I think. Also got a cervix check as I have had 2 surgeries on it. Measured 3.3cm. Which is awesome. 

Now if I was evil I would stop this post here and leave gender reveal for another day. Leave my readers in avid suspense. Well, I am totally evil, but I have no readers to leave in suspense. OK, I have 3. But they already know the gender. So.... I got a private scan at 15 weeks, because quite frankly I think it should be considered cruel and unusual punishment to make a pregnant women wait until 20 weeks to find out what genitals they are carrying around in their uterus. Me, I've got a....

Penis. A very obvious penis inside me (I'm bad, I totally laughed at that)

My husband is thrilled. But not just because he gets a son. But, because he gets to buy a completely hideous rug and I can't say shit about it. It was several years ago (where is his goldfish memory when I need it!?) We were at Home Depot and we passed by their area rugs, almost all of these are so hideous that I find it hard to believe that anyone ever purchases one and thus they are 20 years out of style and have even less chance of selling. (It's an ugly carpet cycle) This is what happened:

Mike: *points at a particularly horrendous rug* Can we get that one?

Me:Sure....when I sprout a penis

Mike: Oh, OK then I'll get one eventually.

Me: Excuuuuuse me?

Mike: I just have to wait until you get pregnant with a boy.

Me: *slack jawed speechlessness* (I looked like a damn goldfish)

Mike: *runs as I picked up a piece of PVC piping and was contemplating where best to smack him*

So now my husband is rug shopping. And he's serious. He has absolutely every intention of following through and getting the damn ugly carpet. I did manage to make him agree to a small one. I have a fire pit out back. It won't survive long anyway. (I will leave you there for today)